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Alfred x Matthew
Rated: T
The Babysitter
It's some sort of messed-up love story
Okay.
He could explain this.
Yeah. Or maybe not.
So, was it really that wrong to love his Papa's lover's step-brother? Yeah, it kinda made Alfred his step-uncle (or something like that; he wasn't too sure anymore), but it's not not like they were blood-related or anything.
"Arthur would kill me if he ever found out," Alfred muttered, sighing as Matthew snuggled deeper into his chest. Though his legs were going numb, the American did not complain nor try to push off his young Canadian lover, "He'd call me a paedophile or something."
"Then don't tell him," Matthew mumbled into Alfred's chest, "Papa wouldn't be too happy either." He admitted, knowing that while his father was pretty much a whore for anyone, even he would disapprove of this kinda taboo relationship.
Yes, Alfred was his former babysitter and many years older than him.
So what?
"I can't keep it secret forever." Alfred sighed, stroking Matthew's blond hair as he felt the Canadian stiffen against him.
"Then I'll tell them," Matthew said with determination, "You'll get in less trouble if I tell them."
Alfred looked skeptical, "Really?" He grumbled in disbelief. Matthew smirked as his his indigo eyes flashed slyly.
"I am the baby of the family, after all."
Umm... consider this sort of a preview of an up-coming one-shot